Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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Unleash the heat

Unleash The Heat!
Fire!
You'd think it's
Hell
or War, or
a deafening drum
but no,
these clever
spinners
dressed it
in red
and gloss,
a pack of gum.

He said

He said the worst offence
is to talk too much
so she sat there, quiet
hands in her lap,
feet on the floor,
head tilted sideways, just
a touch,
upon relaxing shoulders
without flap
eyes so intelligent,
intentfull watch.
Then, somehow,
irresistible mishap
gave freedom to free
flowing
pearls of wisdom without
match,
the longest ever speech,
in immobility so taxing,
hatched.

If disease is not

If disease is not God's
punishment
for bad behaviour
as the bible says
and it is nothing more
than genes gone berserk
or peoples' sins
against themselves
and their kin,
why does it feel like
being in Job's skin
who said more or less,
yes,
good and bad, sin or not,
I accept his distress.


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